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Part I: The contract

"Goodbye" so simple yet so hard to say, but simple or not it had to be said.The young spy turned his gaze down to the young woman in his arms. Too young to have died, yet death had come.He ran the back his had over her cold cheek. It wasn't right for this to be her resting place a small clearing in a forest in the middle of some forsaken Island. Too beautiful to bury, but it was her time. He did not bother to wipe the tears from his eyes he just let them flow.

He knelt on the ground and genteelly lowered her into the shallow grave he had dug with his bare hands. Then he took her hand and slipped the silver ring off of her finger. He store at the silver band a moment then slipped it onto his own finger. Two bodies belong in this hole, he thought, Then he reached into his cloak and pulled his dagger from its sheath and pressed the curved blade over his heart. Lapping one hand over the other he drew the blade out then began to thrust the cold steel into his chest, when he felt a hand on his shoulder he stopped before the knife touched his chest. He turned his head to see a pink haired cleric standing behind him. He quickly returned his dagger to its hiding place and stood up turning to face her. She didn't say anything for a while which surprised him, because Serra had a tendency to be loud and obnoxious.

"Mathew…" She said quietly "I- I'm really sorry".

"Me too" he replied bitterly.

"But do you think that is the answer to your sadness?" She said pointing to where he kept his knife in his cloak.

"So what if it is" he snapped. "You would be happier not having someone constantly telling you where to go, what to do".

"That's not true" She yelled "I don't mi…."

"Serra go awa….," he cut off his holler and placed his index finger on the bridge of his nose, and a let out a long deep breath before speaking again. "Serra get away from me," he whispered in a low growl, though he had lowered his voice it retained all of its anger."

"your horrible" she screamed then ran off sobbing.

Matthew shrugged, "she'll get over it" he mumbled to himself. He reached in to his cloak and pulled his dagger out and store at his hazy reflection in it. "There is nothing left for me", he whispered out loud.

"I beg to differ."

Mathew whirled around to see a tall man clad in all black wearing a turban that covered his left eye.

"Who are you?" Mathew inquired spinning the blade in his hand into a fighting posture.

"Nergal," the man replied simply.

"What do you want?"

"To give you a proposition?"

"A proposition"

"Yes you see I want you to kill Elliwood"

"What?"

"Kill Elliwood and your greatest wish I will grant to you"

Nergal walked over to her grave and knelt down next to it.

"You doubt me?" Nergal asked

"Yes" Mathew replied slowly.

Nergal chuckled, then he gently placed his hand on her chest. Immediately she sat up "Matthew don't believe this ma…" Her body became limp and lifeless once again. As she fall back Nergal reached out and caught her and laid her softly back in her resting place.

"Bring her back!"

"Our deal Matthew"

"I can't do what you ask."

"Can not or will not?"

"I will not because it is evil."

"Evil?" Nergal mused "Do you want to know evil? Evil is when Dragons where forced to leave their homes because humans decided to live alone. That is why I will bring them back to this land once again."

"Your Insane"

"Am I?"

"Dragons would kill us all!"

"Do we not deserve it? You see Mathew we humans are evil."

"You aren't serious"

"Mathew when a child is murdered who is the first under suspicion?"

"I don't…"

"The answer, he who finds the body. When the battle is lost who is the first to be given dishonor? The general. When crops shriveled up and people began to mysteriously die who was blamed? Dragons."

"But I…"

"Do as I ask and she will be in your arms again within the hour also I will give you her murderer a man named Jaffar."

Mathew stroked to his chin in thought.

"And what about us?"

"How so?"

"If you succeed what is to stop dragons from killing us. I will not do this just for us to die."

"I am not going to give dragons free rome I will be controlling them".

"Heh I guess we all are just a bunch of bloody hypocrites".

"Then are you ready to sign," Nergal said as piece of parchment and a pen appeared in his hands "Our contract."

"I am" heas he took the pen from Nergal and signed the contract.

"You have two days or our contract is void" with that Nergal disappeared

Mathew put a hand on his chin "Is this right?" His gaze drifted to the lifeless corpse next to him. "Would you do the same for me." Then he turned and headed back to camp cloak fluttering behind him. I need a chance to think about this.

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